“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label full moon poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label full moon poetry. Show all posts
Monday, June 20, 2016
Extremes
The sun peaks over
still with heavy lids.
On the other side,
the moon is full
of light-ness;
all the while,
Venus winks
at her valiant exposure
in longing along the same
celestial sphere,
wanting the words
to sync in solstice.
Photo credit: me (taken 6/20/16)
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